I had this dream.\\ I dreamt that I was walking past this group of derelicts and some of them talked to me. Suddenly one of them brushed past me and my pockets felt lighter. He laughed, showed me my wallet and hared off. I didn't follow him because I knew I'd never catch him. I just let the frustration at not being able to follow him, the shock, violation and anger at the impropriety (and losing £50) well up, then I turned to his confederate, whom my friends had caught.\\ "Is this her?" They nodded. She sullenly averted her eyes and said something.\\ What came out of my mouth next was a voice so scary one of my friends flinched in shock. Imagine a dry, harsh rasp, such as might come out of the throat of a mummy, not deep, but with a hint of bubbling, rotting corpse larynx and a touch of a swarm of a million flies. Now imagine that they are displeased with ''you''. I truly sounded like I was possessed or like an EldritchAbomination; I could have auditioned for the part of
Nurgle. Yet I never raised my voice at all.\\ "TELL ME WHERE HE IS"\\ The lady started, and began to shiver. She could barely get the words out she was that scared.\\ "I- I- don't know..."\\ "TELL ME WHERE YOUR BOLTHOLES ARE"\\ "Boltholes, w-w-what?"\\ "WHERE MIGHT HE HIDE? WHAT WOULD HE DO WITH THE WALLET?"\\ She was turning her face away as if she couldn't bear to look me in the eye. I must have seemed diabolical.\\ At that moment one of my other friends arrived with the thief in tow. I sighed in relief and decided to use that £50 to buy everyone who had helped me drinks. It was only fair. :-)